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Lin Feng stilled, his eyes didn't even move. The others also turned to look in Qin Mo's direction.

He wore a snowy white robe, standing quietly, the originally wide sleeves were filled with wind. The sense of abstinence and the intellectual vibe were both quite strong, making him look like a young master from ancient times.

Many goods looking people didn't suit white clothes, but Qin Mo seemed to have the aura of a dynasty prince. Even the assassin's clothes seemed cold on him.

Because he was cosplaying a game character, even his hairstyle had been modified. His black hair was slightly curled, falling above his eyes, strangely giving off a mischievous vibe.

Even though Panda was an aid, his favourite character was the assassin. His eyes lit up. "It's so similar, Captain! This is the most realistic cosplay I have ever seen, you're so handsome even without a wig. Many people would go crazy if I post this on the public account."